Some days,
it's not even worth the scream
escaping the throat
so choked with
frustrated and unspoken words,
to find ears
so clogged with
unrealistic demands
that came from mouths
that should be full of feet
for being the catalyst
to eyes
so filled with anger and tears.
All the while
wringing hands
with more to do
than can ever get done,
trying to soothe
a heart
which perches perilously
on the edge of enraged and extinct.
Oh, how I long for sleep.